Dog Days Of Summer
The sun is buffed to a shine,
and songbirds still sweetly sing.
But the dog days of Summer
are on a steady decline.
Leaves maintain a shade of green,
and roses are in full bloom.
Yet, as temperatures drop,
Nature starts changing the scene.
The crops ripen in the field,
for Fall is fast approaching.
And though ever so subtly,
signs of Autumn are revealed.
There's a chill in the night air,
as Summer slips away fast.
And daylight starts shrinking down,
though the weather is still fair.
Wild geese honking overhead
soon begin to migrate south.
And squirrels stop eating nuts,
burying their hoard instead.
As Autumn leaves swiftly fall,
they are scattered by the wind.
And after Fall’s colors fade,
Winter's white will blanket all.
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